How is the music doing in its personal, allegedly lost time, when nobody is listening to it or performs it live, and whenever it is being performed, it reflects different identity? When its owner and creator which once was an organic part of it disappears forever? To what extent the form of the music we know is the same as its mutual inner relationship with the creator? What happens, if this structure, in its entire, plain form, can float beyond our attention and becomes more accessible once it becomes a shapeless arrangement?

It happened the first Spring after Teodor was born, on wintry May. In 2011. Yes, we had a short, three-day winter that May. I had a dream. I phoned Marian Bujak ~ an excellent traditional fiddler from Szydłowiec. He had been dead for more than five years at that time. And when he was alive he liked to (and he did it with) explain the meaning of dreams. So, I got through to him whereve.......more